The days cycling was, to put it mildly, pretty damned horrible. Endless dips and hills, traffic, broken glass on the side of the road and a monstrous headwind left me doing not much more than 11 kms an hour. I'm a positive person, but its pretty hard to stay motivated under those circumstances. Fortunately, my day changed on reaching Lak la Hache. I pulled over to a fruit shop to buy some snacks, and got talking to the owner Lionel. As the conversation went on, a beer was produced, and a gladly accepted offer to put my tent up behind his shop made. Originally from South Africa, he emigrated to Canada thirty years ago, so he was interested in the stories I had from when I cycled to Cape Town. I asked him if he missed South Africa, and my heart went out to him, when he replied honestly – ‘Who would think I have been selling fruit in the middle of nowhere for thirty years? In hindsight, no, its probably not the best decision I made.' Lionel was a great guy, and it was good to talk the afternoon away over a beer whilst he did the hard work of selling fruit. The gas station/store was mega too, as it had all the cyclists basic food needs at discount prices. Life is giving a lot recently.